Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Anthony Braxton to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.